I got my faults
My brain, she talks
Why you do that?
Losing lots of sleep, to dreams
It's hard to stay ahead of me
Burning all the memories
Falling asleep, falling asleep (o-oh)
You're like the liquor, I like the taste
You're something different
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
I got my faults
My brain, she talks
Why you do that?
Losing lots of sleep to dreams
It's hard to stay ahead of me
Burning all the memories
Falling asleep, falling asleep
Okay, okay
Okay, okay (okay, okay, okay, okay)
